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Amy frowned, "Niro is NOT my servant, because I have no servant, he claims to be but he isn't...." she began, turning to Xander with a wide smile, "hi, nice to meet you....again" she said, her smile turning into a confused frown. "Um, well....I haven't seen Erika for the longest time, she's never really around is she? wonder what she's up to" she finished, placing one finger on her lip thinkatively. "Oh, hi Viv" she said finally, having seen her sister for the first time since days.

Niro cocked his head back, "well thank you for that" he said to Amy,

Grabbing an apple he threw it at Hector's chest. "Hey, don't do that. He doesn't remember anything, the least we can do is tell him the truth." Turning to Xander, he shook his head. "You were not gay, but are in fact engaged to Erika. My wedding is in two days to the Queen of Keros, Amaya. I'm King because father is...dead. You are to marry next, followed by Akori and Amy, and thn Hector and Vivian. As long as Amy and Akori can stop fighting long enough for a marriage ceremony." He turned, glaring at the two.

Hector chuckled as the aoole hit him in his chest, lookign at Roran, "hey, mommy never teach you not to play with food?" he joked. "Beside's, if someone already has a sickness, why not make the best of it....for all he knows, he could've been a beggar and we're just fooling with him to make him feel good....why should he trust you?" he asked. "You were gay" he mouthed to Xander again.

Akori knew Amy was watching him, but didn't turn his head, simply holding her hand, he began to chuckle as Hector pulled off his usual joke sesion, before turning to Roran, "oh, so you finally decided to get married." he said joking around.

Vivian had noticed the absence of her older sister, frowning slightly. The frown deepened when she heard Hector, holding down the urge to slap him, a smirk briefly replacing the frown as the apple hit him. She made her way silently to the door. "I'll be in my room." She mumbled, slipping away quickly to her safe haven.

A maid came in and helped her change into something more suited to a princess. The dress fit her perfectly, much to her relief. Pausing, she noticed her skin felt wet underneath the fabric. Turning to the maid, she was already gone. Wait. She was wearing gloves... In a flurry of motion she pulled the dress off, crying out in pain as her skin felt burned, falling into a dresser, breaking a few things she had knocked off. Avoiding the dress, she snatched up the robe she had been wearing, her eyesight already failing. Must..get to..the hospital... Crumpling to the floor, she was unconcious, her life failing quickly.

She didn't feel the needle or the injection seconds later by a hand she had almost forgotten about. Philip sighed and shook his head, kicking the dress off of her legs, she hadn't avoided it completely. Since he was wearing long sleeves and gloves, he picked her up and ran to the medical ward, the maid that poisoned the dress still out cold from where he left her. After making sure Vivian would be cared for, he ran back and carried the maid into the cells, leaving her there before hurrying to the kitchen where the others were. Appearing out of nowhere per norm, his expression was grim, staying quiet for a moment before making his way to Rorans side. "There's been a problem my lord. If you are done here, I would strongly advise that Hector and yourself come to the medical ward immidiately."

Philip kept up easily with his King, pausing by Vivian's room to pick up the dress and bring it with him to the medical ward. He still beat Roran there, meeting him at the doorway. "Vivian had gone to change since she was basically in her nightgown. A maid went in and helped her change, but the dress was poisoned. I gave her an injection that would at least keep her alive, then I brought her here. Don't touch the dress with any part of your skin, otherwise you'll be poisoned as well." he advised, hanging the dress up in its own stall for the doctors to examine.

Gesturing to a bed, Vivian was laying in it, not looking too good. The doctors forced him to take off his clothes, giving him a loose white shirt and black pants to wear instead. "I don't like that she was poisoned this close to your wedding. The maid that poisoned her is in a cell down in the dungeons if you want to question. Though, Hector might too..."

Twisting, Vivian clutched at the bedsheets, her cheeks flushed as her skin grew paler. In her mind, she was tortured beyond what could be done physically to her. Mumbling things, she thrashed, screaming out something that was incoherent, mercifully waking. Her body shot needles of pain, making her lie still. The hallucinations stopped, her breath still short as sweat coated her skin. Looking down at her arms, she noticed the bandages, already red with blood again. As the doctors came over to change the bandages, she immediately saw the sedative, "No! I won't sleep again!" She shouted, making the one doctor jump from surprise. The two doctors looked at each other, the sympathy in their eyes not helping any. Gritting her teeth against the pain as they changed the bandages, she saw gaping holes like burns covered where the damn fabric had touched. She noticed Philip, then Roran and Hector. When she looked to them, her expression was apologetic despite the agony written in her eyes, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. She could see in Hectors eyes that he was screaming, feeling all too much like that herself.

The doctors seemed hesitant when Hector sat next to her bed, but they finished quickly, leaving the sedative on a table next to her on the other side. A nurse placed a cool cloth on her head, which oddly seemed to help with the pain. Seeing another with a needle, she looked warily at her, but was convinced by the first it would help with the pain. So, she allowed the second nurse to inject her with whatever it was.

Turning her head, Vivian looked to Hector, worry for him replacing the pain in her violet eyes. It hurt her to see him so downcast, distracting her from her own troubles. Forcing her breaths to become steady, she sang even though her voice was very soft, it was the song he had first heard her sing. If she could have, she would have placed a hand on his, thus showing she felt better with him there. But she couldn't, so hoped that either her voice or eyes or both, would indicate that.